The Sacrifice
by Greg Long
Who am I to choose to walk in green pastures pastures?
As if that’s what I deserve?
I try and try to live my life for what really matters
Anymore, I’m not so sure.
I get so caught in the good things you have given me,
I pray I don’t forget to see...
Chorus:
The sacrifice, the cross of Christ
The way you hung there you hung there so defenseless
With your arms held open wide.
The pain in your eyes, the tears you cried,
And the holy blood of mercy that poured out from your side
To give me life, it gives me life
The Sacrifice!
Blessed is the one who can see his own reflection
Within the suffering of the cross
Who can take the righteousness of his own making
Then count it all as loss
Though I pray it leaves me broken with a contrite heart
So I can see you as you are…
Chorus:
The sacrifice, the cross of Christ
The way you hung there you hung there so defenseless
With your arms held open wide.
The pain in your eyes, the tears you cried,
And the holy blood of mercy that poured out from your side
To give me life, it gives me life
The Sacrifice!
Everywhere, I turn I see, the evidence surrounding me
How can I not follow where he leads?
It calls me to a simple place,
Where everything is stripped away
All that’s left is what you really long for me to see…
Chorus:
The sacrifice, the cross of Christ
The way you hung there you hung there so defenseless
With your arms held open wide.
The pain in your eyes, the tears you cried,
And the holy blood of mercy that poured out from your side
To give me life, it gives me life
The Sacrifice!
It gives me life, The Sacrifice!
Oh o oh.
It gives me life, The Sacrifice!
Oh o oh.
It gives me LIFE, the Sacrifice!
